Loki had opted to sleep in and not leave the room when his thrall left to go to breakfast. Even on day 4, he knew that under most circumstances if he didn't race out, the mortal girl would assume she was to bring some sort of food back for him.

The loud sob brought him out of his doze and pulled his head up to identify... his thrall having a grief-stricken weeping fit against the door. As though she hadn't had the fortitude to do more than enter the room before breaking down.

More curious than anything else, he jumped off the bed and crossed the room to investigate the crumpled mortal girl.